The gang at work threw myself and my co-worker a "Farewell" party last Thursday night (SHE gets to leave at the end of August--this FRIDAY--lucky girl). It was the same ol' crowd there who always goes to the bars after work. John wanted to go, but we couldn't find a babysitter, so I went solo.
Had a good time. I even drank a beer and had a couple of shots. Amber kept getting shots sent her way and foolishly kept accepting them. I said, "Hey! We've got to work tomorrow!" Well, she got quite toasty and ended up sharing her shots with the parking lot out in front of the bar. At that point the rest of us figured it was time to go, so we shut down the party around 10:00.
And she's a YOUNG whipper-snapper, too! Sheesh!
Anyway, the bosses are taking us out for a Farewell lunch tomorrow. AND the company is throwing a swanky luncheon next Thursday, too. My job is getting wrapped up nice and quietly, and I'm still not used to the fact that I won't be here come Monday, October 1st.
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